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It’s seen things the likes of which you’ve never seen
It’s been places to which you have never been
A dancing shadow to swift to ever glean
The poem in green

It was born on Friday thirteen
Grew up on the silver screen
Steals every scene
The actor poem in green

It speaks that which it means
It appears as that which it seems
It hovers at the edge of your dreams
The illusive poem in green

A mysterious ethereal being
This illusia, fantasia your seeing
It does a little dance while singing
The artful poem in green

We only ever catch hints and gleams
Like shining, scattered moonbeams
Changing, rearranging themes
The strange poem in green

Green like the autumn trees
Green like the deep blue sea
Green like a newborn baby
The multicolored poem in green

Like the world unseen
Like a word we mean
But cannot explain its meaning
The undefined poem in green

It’s quiet and serene
It’s cold and freezing
It’s loud and screaming
The old poem in green

It’s the fickle hand of fate
In the land of love and hate
I reiterate
The poem in green slate

In a computerized world
Where every boy and girl
Has all their flags to unfurl
The poem in green pearl

It’s time has come
Looking for the ones to succumb
The deaf, blind and dumb
The poem in green some

Take your best shot
All the things that you’ve forgot
It makes no difference what you’ve got
The poem in green what

Seize the moment of the day
Seize the movement of the way
Seize the mind of what I say
The poem in green today

The odd look upon your face
You find yourself in a strange place
Without sword, knife or mace
The poem in green becomes base

Look from whence you’ve come from
Look to where you’re going my son
Don’t be too quick with that gun
The poem in green is number one

Sit back and relax
Meditate on war and pax
Remember who’s got your backs
The poem in green attacks

Don’t be shocked by what it does
Don’t be blocked by what it was
Don’t be rocked by all the buzz
The poem in green because

It’s always on the scene
It sounds simple and lean
It’s actually hard and mean
It’s the poem in green machine

It’s the universe
All the songs in verse
The poem in reverse
The poem in green obverse

It’s always in pain
Circling the drain
Like tears in rain
The poem in green’s bane

Sick in heart and head
Lying in it’s bed
Bleeding red
The poem in green’s dead
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